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 Love ToHere are relevant references from the Books where Love To is mentioned. I make no pronouncements on these matters, but report them as I find them. Arrive at your own conclusions. I wish you well, Fogaban Click a heading to jump down to that listing. Main Headings Love To Be An Owner Love To Be Dominated Helpless Yielding Begging Toy Love To Crawl Naked Love To Have Them Under Our Switches Love To Kiss Love To Kiss The Whip Love To Kneel Love To Lie On Straw Love To Please Love To Sell
"I was thinking," I said, "that a man would love to have his collar on you." She laughed merrily. "Perhaps," she said. "I am very beautiful."
"The masters need not be concerned with our pleasures," said Corinna, "for we are slaves. They may slake their lusts upon us, peremptorily, and as they choose, unilaterally, without the least consideration for us, no more than for a sandal in which they might press their foot, for we are slaves. To be sure, they sometimes, for their amusement, are patient with us, inducing in us feelings we may not, and cannot, resist, feelings which transform us into helpless, rejoicing, sobbing, grateful, begging toys." "I would," said the brunette, "be touched by my master, though he had no more interest in me or no more cared for me than a carpet beneath his feet. And if he would deign to be patient with me I would love to be his dominated, helpless, yielding, begging toy." I am dominated, totally, and love it.
"I would love to crawl naked and collared at his feet, cleaning them with my tongue, any time," said Mila.
"How we will love to have them under our switches," said another. "We will teach them that they are now slaves," said another.
"I love to kiss you," she said. Then she again put her head down on my belly. "Do not stop, Slave," I said.
"You will be strong with me, will you not?" she asked. "You will make me do, and be, uncompromisingly, and as slave, what you want, will you not?" "Yes," I said. "Then I kiss your whip," she said, "and love it."
How could he respect her if he knew she wanted to kneel, that she loved to kneel, as a helpless slave at his feet? To me, as a natural slave, which I now knew myself to be, it felt right and proper to kneel. I loved to kneel.
Twice we stopped at palisaded villages, those of simple bosk herders. I liked these stops, for there we would have fresh bosk milk, still hot, and would have a roof over our heads for a night, be it only of grass. These villagers would always spread fresh straw in the hut in which we would be chained for the night. It smelled clean, and was dry. I loved to lie on it, after the canvas spread over the hard boards of the wagons.
If the slave is in lock-gag, one understands, there are certain pleasures she is unable to give the master. Doubtless it was with respect to these pleasures that the remark of Nelsa had reference. "I do not think that master would approve," whispered Ellen, frightened. She would have loved to have pleased her master in this intimate fashion, and had dreamed of begging to do so, but Gart, or another, would surely be a different matter. Giving the master such pleasures, and many others, is fitting for a slave.
"Oh, misery, for a poor merchant," said he. "I could have received sixteen for her and sold her for fifteen. Misery! But I cannot now renege upon my word, sadly enough, for I am a merchant of well-known integrity. Much as I would love to sell her to you for sixteen tarsks I must let her go to a previous buyer for fifteen. Such is occasionally the sad lot of one who has made the difficult choice, and will abide by it, of dealing straightforwardly and honestly with all men, whomsoever they may be." |       
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